*-x-Rising Chaos-x-*
1 Part 3
"Possessed?!" Lee questioned.
The young possessed Korean waltzed forward, covered in his own blood, his face still void. Suddenly he broke into a run, tackling Lee down. He then proceeded in sending each fist consecutively smashing into Lee's face. Jin forged forward to aid his fallen uncle, catching the corner of Hwoarang's eye. He bounded up and spun round to face the young Kazama. Jin tried to stop in the spot but found himself being flipped over by Hwoarang, who then leaned over him. CRACK! Jin cringed in agony. Blinding pain surged through his collarbone area.
Hwoarang rose up and turned to face Lee once again. His silver glimmering curtains lay limp over his hands, which were covering his face. He wiped away blood and squinted his eyes. He looked over at his Nephew, who was lying on the ground writhing in pain.
Lee raised his arms and blocked the flying kick Hwoarang delivered. He then caught Hwoarang in a headlock, rose out a fist, pulled it back and smacked it into his face, releasing him. He watched as the possessed fighter fell to the floor.
Hwoarang sprung up to his feet just like before.
He then powered up a mind-blowing kick, hitting Lee directly in the head, sending him flying into a nearby tree, which he bound off of, and his head hit then bounced off of the floor. He lay unconscious in the middle of the desolate road.
Hwoarang then proceeded towards Jin, whom was still laying on the floor heaving in anguish.
Things didn't look good.
* * * * * *
Steve held his hand tightly over his wound, which was beginning to stop bleeding. But he was already beginning to suffer from dizziness watching the room whirl about around him. He looked at the whirling brown grizzly, wearing a red neck scarf and baring a jaw full of sharp white teeth, perfect for tearing flesh. He snickered as he watched on weakly.
"…Hey bear? …Could you stop spinning about please?"
Kuma placed his beady eyes on the youthful British boxer, who laughed nervously.
"Er…on second thoughts…carry on… I'd rather not be your dinner."
Upon hearing the word 'dinner', Kuma's head perked up and looked on inquisitively at Steve.
"Rrrrr?"
"Err…ahh…d-don't look at me like that…"
Kuma lurched forward towards the nice plump and juicy meat stick. A big slobbering tongue swiped across his gleaming canines.
"Aah… Aaahhh…"
"Rrrraaaaarrrrrh…"
"You don't wanna eat me! I'm all skin and bones! Seriously!"
Steve watched confusedly as a paw flopped down and beady eyes rolled.
"Rrrrr rrrraaa."
"…Eh? Have I gone mad? Seriously… I think this blood loss is getting to me…"
Steve felt a warm breath on his neck. He looked up to the giant pointy teeth leaning above him.
"YAAAAHHHHH! SHIT!!!!!!!!!"
* * * * * *
Jin cried out as his body slammed against the tree trunk. Hwoarang had him suspended up by the neck against the tree. He felt the grip round it tighten. He began gasping for air. Still, the grip grew tighter. Tighter. His vision began to blur and his lungs began to ache with the mounting pressure of them. He tried to raise a hand. Maybe one last uppercut would free him, but he found his fist falling down limp by his side, knocking past his side in the process. That was it. He couldn't escape, not this time. He was too weak to save himself, and Lee was still lying unconscious on the ground. Was it…the end?
In his blurring vision, Jin noticed from the corner of his eyes all the contents of his pocket spilling out from where his arm had knocked it.
Amongst it all was the divine feather. It floated gently out, seeming to glow more than it did when Jin had first found it. It caught itself onto the fiery-haired Korean.
Lee slowly pulled himself up. When his eyesight came into focus, he saw something almost unbelievable.
Jin felt the tight grip on his neck release, and he felt himself fall, straight to the floor. He and his uncle watched on in disbelief as Hwoarang slowly stumbled back. His once void expressionless face now grimaced in unbearable anguish. He threw his head back and an immensely agonized cry filled the air as a red shadow disseminated out of him and faded away. After a few seconds, his tortured body fell unconscious and crashed to the floor.
* * * * * *
Anna strolled across the room and stopped halfway across. She stood with one hip out to the side, her delicate hand resting on it. One leg outstretched, the other straight. A few strands of silky brown hair blew up as she sighed.
Chinese brown petrified eyes watched as Kazuya slumped into his chair smirking malevolently.
"Not long now," he said demonically, " Not long at all my son."
* * * * * *
"Shit! What…what just happened?!" Lee said as he ran over to aid the fallen fighter. "Poor kid…"
"Yeah…" Jin said; his mind focused on other things.
Lee's hair sprung up as he looked at his anxious nephew. "You're really worried about Ling and the others…right? You want to help them? You can't go on your own, we have to help him, and we are in no condition to fight anymore!"
Jin's head dropped in disappointment. "I can't just sit back… I'm going to help them, and I'm going now."
Jin turned round and began to walk off, on his own down the desolate street. Lee sprung up and launched forward, going after Jin. He reached out a hand and pulled back on Jin's arm.
Jin turned round; ready to pull away, when Lee suddenly looked up, and stood there silent, almost like in a trance, as if listening to something. Jin watched perplexed.
"...Uncle?"
Lee blinked impassively then turned his attention back to Jin.
"Unlike us, you're half devil, you're stronger than us… …You remember where I told you I thought Kazuya was?"
Jin nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
"Go there, but be careful, okay? You'll find him and Ling there."
"What…?"
"…Just trust me on this one."
"…Mmn…yeah…why the sudden change of mind? What's going on Lee?"
Abruptly, the young Korean gasped in pain as he regained consciousness. Lee looked at Jin submissively then walked over to Hwoarang, who still lay outstretched on the floor.
"Come here a minute Jin." Lee called out as he lifted Hwoarang so he was sitting up.
Jin walked over as Hwoarang tried to take everything around him in, despite the fact he didn't have a focus on anything around him and was exceptionally dazed. He then looked down at his dislocated arm, and looked up soliciting Lee for help.
"Jin, can you hold him up for a moment please?" Lee said, raising Hwoarang to his feet.
Jin took Hwoarang and supported him up while Lee quickly examined the state of his arm.
"This won't take long." Lee stated as he took Hwoarang's dislocated arm into his grip.
CRACK! Hwoarang cried out as Lee thrust his arm back into place. Jin cringed as he watched it all. Hwoarang then felt the ground shifting beneath him and his legs gave way. Lee quickly caught him.
"Woah, that was close. I'd better get you to somewhere safe…" Lee then turned to Jin. "You should set off now. How are you going to get there?"
Jin sighed. "I…don't know. I'll find a way…"
He then turned round and began to think.
Hwoarang slowly reached into his pocket.
Jin blinked as a key hit the side of his head and bounced into his hands. He looked round at Hwoarang as Lee got him onto his back, and gave him a piggyback. Hwoarang weakly raised out a finger and pointed over the horizon, then smirked at him. "Scratch…it…and…I'll kill…you Kazama."
Jin nodded and ran off.
"Take good care of him Angel. His fate's in your hands now…" Lee thought.
* * * * * *
"Which way now?" Christie questioned.
"Er…that way? I think at least…" Yoshimitsu said as he ran down a dark corridor, being closely followed by Christie and Lei.
"And how about now?" Christie once again enquired as she peered round the corner with her perky blue eyes.
Lei looked behind then jumped forward, alarmed.
Yoshimitsu looked on puzzled. "Trouble?" He queried.
"Trouble." Lei answered.
Just then a dozen armed crows came running round the corner. The three fighters watched them, then turned and ran for their lives.
"Oh man, this isn't good!" Christie yelped.
They sprinted down corridor after corridor, weaving through doorways and spinning round corners, being closely pursued with every step they took. Suddenly, fire rained down behind them.
"Aaahhh!" Christie squealed, as she sped up; weary of each bullet narrowly missing her young body.
Then Lei noticed it. Two figures coming towards them from the other direction.
"Paul? Paul?!"
A tall blonde hairdo shone in the light, dodging oncoming fire from behind. Closely following was another blonde-haired figure.
"STEVE!" Christie cried as she ran straight to the British youth.
"CHRISTIE!" He happily called as she flew straight into his waiting arms.
"Oh shit… you two this ain't the time for that now…we're surrounded. It's ass kicking time, mushy stuff later." Paul said, raising his fists up as the crows circled all five of the fighters.
A stomach-wrenching roar hollered down the corridor as an angry ravenous grizzly came behind the crows, desiring the tasty meat sticks trapped in the middle.
* * * * * *
Lee jumped on the spot, and Hwoarang perked his head up. Lee then looked at him with concern.
"You have concussion. You must, and I mean must, stay awake for the next 24 hours, or you'll fall into a coma. You understand?"
Hwoarang dropped his head onto Lee's shoulder and groaned as he weakly nodded his aching head. He struggled to keep a focus on everything around him, and carried on fighting off the excruciating pain surging through his body.
Lee returned his focus on the path ahead of him.
"You'll be of great help when you recover… and it looks like we'll need it…"
* * * * * *
Jin's black hair flew up wildly as he sped along the road riding along on Hwoarang's motorbike. His deep chocolate eyes were shining from underneath gleaming goggles. Though he felt strange wearing Hwoarang's old goggles, he was thankful, even though he had the displeasure of having to wipe the remains of splattered bugs off occasionally, he preferred to do that than to have them in his eyes.
"Not much longer now father…I'll destroy you… I'll put an end to the Mishima blood line… you fuckers will go back to hell were you came from… just hang on Ling… hang on…please…"
Jin glanced up at the moon as he drew nearer and nearer to the fight ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't about to give up. Especially to a Mishima.
~x-X-*x*-X-x~
1 Part 3
"Possessed?!" Lee questioned.
The young possessed Korean waltzed forward, covered in his own blood, his face still void. Suddenly he broke into a run, tackling Lee down. He then proceeded in sending each fist consecutively smashing into Lee's face. Jin forged forward to aid his fallen uncle, catching the corner of Hwoarang's eye. He bounded up and spun round to face the young Kazama. Jin tried to stop in the spot but found himself being flipped over by Hwoarang, who then leaned over him. CRACK! Jin cringed in agony. Blinding pain surged through his collarbone area.
Hwoarang rose up and turned to face Lee once again. His silver glimmering curtains lay limp over his hands, which were covering his face. He wiped away blood and squinted his eyes. He looked over at his Nephew, who was lying on the ground writhing in pain.
Lee raised his arms and blocked the flying kick Hwoarang delivered. He then caught Hwoarang in a headlock, rose out a fist, pulled it back and smacked it into his face, releasing him. He watched as the possessed fighter fell to the floor.
Hwoarang sprung up to his feet just like before.
He then powered up a mind-blowing kick, hitting Lee directly in the head, sending him flying into a nearby tree, which he bound off of, and his head hit then bounced off of the floor. He lay unconscious in the middle of the desolate road.
Hwoarang then proceeded towards Jin, whom was still laying on the floor heaving in anguish.
Things didn't look good.
* * * * * *
Steve held his hand tightly over his wound, which was beginning to stop bleeding. But he was already beginning to suffer from dizziness watching the room whirl about around him. He looked at the whirling brown grizzly, wearing a red neck scarf and baring a jaw full of sharp white teeth, perfect for tearing flesh. He snickered as he watched on weakly.
"…Hey bear? …Could you stop spinning about please?"
Kuma placed his beady eyes on the youthful British boxer, who laughed nervously.
"Er…on second thoughts…carry on… I'd rather not be your dinner."
Upon hearing the word 'dinner', Kuma's head perked up and looked on inquisitively at Steve.
"Rrrrr?"
"Err…ahh…d-don't look at me like that…"
Kuma lurched forward towards the nice plump and juicy meat stick. A big slobbering tongue swiped across his gleaming canines.
"Aah… Aaahhh…"
"Rrrraaaaarrrrrh…"
"You don't wanna eat me! I'm all skin and bones! Seriously!"
Steve watched confusedly as a paw flopped down and beady eyes rolled.
"Rrrrr rrrraaa."
"…Eh? Have I gone mad? Seriously… I think this blood loss is getting to me…"
Steve felt a warm breath on his neck. He looked up to the giant pointy teeth leaning above him.
"YAAAAHHHHH! SHIT!!!!!!!!!"
* * * * * *
Jin cried out as his body slammed against the tree trunk. Hwoarang had him suspended up by the neck against the tree. He felt the grip round it tighten. He began gasping for air. Still, the grip grew tighter. Tighter. His vision began to blur and his lungs began to ache with the mounting pressure of them. He tried to raise a hand. Maybe one last uppercut would free him, but he found his fist falling down limp by his side, knocking past his side in the process. That was it. He couldn't escape, not this time. He was too weak to save himself, and Lee was still lying unconscious on the ground. Was it…the end?
In his blurring vision, Jin noticed from the corner of his eyes all the contents of his pocket spilling out from where his arm had knocked it.
Amongst it all was the divine feather. It floated gently out, seeming to glow more than it did when Jin had first found it. It caught itself onto the fiery-haired Korean.
Lee slowly pulled himself up. When his eyesight came into focus, he saw something almost unbelievable.
Jin felt the tight grip on his neck release, and he felt himself fall, straight to the floor. He and his uncle watched on in disbelief as Hwoarang slowly stumbled back. His once void expressionless face now grimaced in unbearable anguish. He threw his head back and an immensely agonized cry filled the air as a red shadow disseminated out of him and faded away. After a few seconds, his tortured body fell unconscious and crashed to the floor.
* * * * * *
Anna strolled across the room and stopped halfway across. She stood with one hip out to the side, her delicate hand resting on it. One leg outstretched, the other straight. A few strands of silky brown hair blew up as she sighed.
Chinese brown petrified eyes watched as Kazuya slumped into his chair smirking malevolently.
"Not long now," he said demonically, " Not long at all my son."
* * * * * *
"Shit! What…what just happened?!" Lee said as he ran over to aid the fallen fighter. "Poor kid…"
"Yeah…" Jin said; his mind focused on other things.
Lee's hair sprung up as he looked at his anxious nephew. "You're really worried about Ling and the others…right? You want to help them? You can't go on your own, we have to help him, and we are in no condition to fight anymore!"
Jin's head dropped in disappointment. "I can't just sit back… I'm going to help them, and I'm going now."
Jin turned round and began to walk off, on his own down the desolate street. Lee sprung up and launched forward, going after Jin. He reached out a hand and pulled back on Jin's arm.
Jin turned round; ready to pull away, when Lee suddenly looked up, and stood there silent, almost like in a trance, as if listening to something. Jin watched perplexed.
"...Uncle?"
Lee blinked impassively then turned his attention back to Jin.
"Unlike us, you're half devil, you're stronger than us… …You remember where I told you I thought Kazuya was?"
Jin nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
"Go there, but be careful, okay? You'll find him and Ling there."
"What…?"
"…Just trust me on this one."
"…Mmn…yeah…why the sudden change of mind? What's going on Lee?"
Abruptly, the young Korean gasped in pain as he regained consciousness. Lee looked at Jin submissively then walked over to Hwoarang, who still lay outstretched on the floor.
"Come here a minute Jin." Lee called out as he lifted Hwoarang so he was sitting up.
Jin walked over as Hwoarang tried to take everything around him in, despite the fact he didn't have a focus on anything around him and was exceptionally dazed. He then looked down at his dislocated arm, and looked up soliciting Lee for help.
"Jin, can you hold him up for a moment please?" Lee said, raising Hwoarang to his feet.
Jin took Hwoarang and supported him up while Lee quickly examined the state of his arm.
"This won't take long." Lee stated as he took Hwoarang's dislocated arm into his grip.
CRACK! Hwoarang cried out as Lee thrust his arm back into place. Jin cringed as he watched it all. Hwoarang then felt the ground shifting beneath him and his legs gave way. Lee quickly caught him.
"Woah, that was close. I'd better get you to somewhere safe…" Lee then turned to Jin. "You should set off now. How are you going to get there?"
Jin sighed. "I…don't know. I'll find a way…"
He then turned round and began to think.
Hwoarang slowly reached into his pocket.
Jin blinked as a key hit the side of his head and bounced into his hands. He looked round at Hwoarang as Lee got him onto his back, and gave him a piggyback. Hwoarang weakly raised out a finger and pointed over the horizon, then smirked at him. "Scratch…it…and…I'll kill…you Kazama."
Jin nodded and ran off.
"Take good care of him Angel. His fate's in your hands now…" Lee thought.
* * * * * *
"Which way now?" Christie questioned.
"Er…that way? I think at least…" Yoshimitsu said as he ran down a dark corridor, being closely followed by Christie and Lei.
"And how about now?" Christie once again enquired as she peered round the corner with her perky blue eyes.
Lei looked behind then jumped forward, alarmed.
Yoshimitsu looked on puzzled. "Trouble?" He queried.
"Trouble." Lei answered.
Just then a dozen armed crows came running round the corner. The three fighters watched them, then turned and ran for their lives.
"Oh man, this isn't good!" Christie yelped.
They sprinted down corridor after corridor, weaving through doorways and spinning round corners, being closely pursued with every step they took. Suddenly, fire rained down behind them.
"Aaahhh!" Christie squealed, as she sped up; weary of each bullet narrowly missing her young body.
Then Lei noticed it. Two figures coming towards them from the other direction.
"Paul? Paul?!"
A tall blonde hairdo shone in the light, dodging oncoming fire from behind. Closely following was another blonde-haired figure.
"STEVE!" Christie cried as she ran straight to the British youth.
"CHRISTIE!" He happily called as she flew straight into his waiting arms.
"Oh shit… you two this ain't the time for that now…we're surrounded. It's ass kicking time, mushy stuff later." Paul said, raising his fists up as the crows circled all five of the fighters.
A stomach-wrenching roar hollered down the corridor as an angry ravenous grizzly came behind the crows, desiring the tasty meat sticks trapped in the middle.
* * * * * *
Lee jumped on the spot, and Hwoarang perked his head up. Lee then looked at him with concern.
"You have concussion. You must, and I mean must, stay awake for the next 24 hours, or you'll fall into a coma. You understand?"
Hwoarang dropped his head onto Lee's shoulder and groaned as he weakly nodded his aching head. He struggled to keep a focus on everything around him, and carried on fighting off the excruciating pain surging through his body.
Lee returned his focus on the path ahead of him.
"You'll be of great help when you recover… and it looks like we'll need it…"
* * * * * *
Jin's black hair flew up wildly as he sped along the road riding along on Hwoarang's motorbike. His deep chocolate eyes were shining from underneath gleaming goggles. Though he felt strange wearing Hwoarang's old goggles, he was thankful, even though he had the displeasure of having to wipe the remains of splattered bugs off occasionally, he preferred to do that than to have them in his eyes.
"Not much longer now father…I'll destroy you… I'll put an end to the Mishima blood line… you fuckers will go back to hell were you came from… just hang on Ling… hang on…please…"
Jin glanced up at the moon as he drew nearer and nearer to the fight ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't about to give up. Especially to a Mishima.
~x-X-*x*-X-x~